I feel crazy I feel like I'm picking up
with the winds the storm I was promised
every year at this time.
I feel out of control but it was just the
last drag that pumped my heart up
just the last toxic inhale that
got me riled.
It's the wet and the cold.
The skies swell up and all fire of soul
is stung out and needful
stringing out and needing.
I keep myself under watch
I keep myself watching the lights
hovering close to the ones
that shine brightest to me
In my little outside room
I breath in with rolled up habit
The waves that go up and down
I move with the world.
